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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20096	The famous history of Sir Thomas VVyat With the coronation of Queen Mary, and the coming in of King Philip. As it was plaied by the Queens Maiesties Seruants. Written by Thomas Dickers, and Iohn Webster.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Webster, John, 1580?-1625? aut	1607 (1607)	STC 6537; ESTC S105289	23,849	54

flie to your manner there studdie for your saftie Nor: Boy thou saist well And since the Lords haue all reuolted from me My selfe will now reuolt against my selfe Call me a Herald to fill their emptie eares Assist me Sonne my good Lord Huntington Euen in this market Towne proclaime Queene Mary A trumpet soundes a parley the Herald proclaimes He. Mary by the grace of God Queene of England France and Ireland defendres of the Faith Amen Within a shoute and a flourish Nor: Amen I beare a part I with my tongue I doe not with my heart Now they can crie now they can baule and yell Base minded slaues sincke may your soules to hell Enter Maister Roose with Letters Roo My honored Lord the Counsell greetes you with these Letters Nor. Stay Maister Roose ere you depart receiue an answere and reward He readeth the Letter In the Soueraigne name of Mary our Queene You shal vppon the sight hereof Surcease your armes discharge your Souldiers And presently repaire vnto the Court Or else to be held as an Arch-Traitor No. T is short sharp Maister Roose we do obey your warrant but I pray tel mee how doth all our friendes at Court is there not a great mortalitie amongst them Is there not a number of them deade of late since I came thence Ro. My gratious Lord not any Nor. O maister Roose it cannot bee I will assure you At my departure thence I left liuing there at least Fiue hundred friendes and now I haue not one simply not one friendes ha ha ha Commission Thou must be my friend And stand betiwixt me and the stroake of death Were thy date out my liues date were but short They are colde friends that kils their friends in sport Am. Heere comes your honoured friend the Earle of Arundell Enter Arundell Nor. My honourd friend Arun I am no friend to Traitors in my moste high Princely Soueraignes name I doe arrest your honour of high Treason Nor: A Traitor Arundell haue I not your hand in my commission let me peruse it as I tak 't t is heere and by your warrant haue so strict proceeded Is the limits of my warrant broke answere me Arun. It may be that it hath pleased her Maiestie To pardon vs and for to punnish you I know no other reason this I must I am commounded and the act is Iust Nor: And I obey you when we parted last My Lord of Arundel our farwell was Better then our greeting now Then you cride God speede Now you come on me ere you say take heede Then you did owe me your best bloods nay green'd You could not spend them in my seruice O then it was a double death to stay behinde But I am ouertooke and you are kinde I am beshrew you else but I submit My crime is great and I must answere it Arun You must with your three Sons be guarded safe Vnto the Tower with you those Lords and Knights That in this faction did associate you For so I am inioyn'd Then peaciuely let vs conduct you thither Nor. O my Children my soule weepes endlesse teares for you O at the generall Sessions when all soules Stand at the bar of Iustice And hold vp their new immortalized handes O then let the remembrance of their tragick endes Be racd out of the bed-rowle of my sinnes When ere the black booke of my crime 's vnclaspt Let not these scarlet Letters be found there Of all the rest onely that page be cleere But come to my arraignement then to death The Queene and you haue long aim'd at this head If to my Children she sweet grace extend My soule hath peace and I imbrace my end Exeunt Enter the Duke of Suffolke Suff. Three daies are past Monday Tuesday and Wednesday too Yet my protesting seruant is not come Himselfe conducted me to this hard lodging A simple Cabin for so great a Prince And then he swore but oathes you see are vaine That he would hourely come and visite me I that was wont to surfeit in estate Am now through hunger almost desolate Enter Homes sweating with bottell and Bag. Hoom. My Lord Suff: Ned Homes speake hast thou brought me meate Hom: With much a doe my Lord meat bread wine While you refresh your selfe I will recorde The cause of my long stay Suff. I prethee doe neede bids me eate Neede bids me heare thee too Hom. The night I left you in the hollow tree My house was searched Suff, Goe on goe on Hom: And I no sooner entred but attached Threatned the Rack and if I did not yeeld Your gracious selfe into their gracelesse hands Suff: And thou hast don 't thou hast betraied me Hom. Done it o betraie you O noe First would I see my loued wife and Children Murdered and tos'd on speares before I would Deliuer your grace vnto their handes For they intend your death Suff: Goe on goe on Hom: and offer'd a thousand Crownes to him that can Bring newes of your abode t was offer'd in my hands Which I beseech may stop my Vitall breath When I am feede with golde to worke your death Enter Sheriffe and Officers Sher See yonder sits the Duke Suff: I kisse thee in requitall of this loue Hom: and in requitall of so great a grace I kisse your hand that dares to kisse my face She So Iudas kist his Maister ceaze the Duke Suff: Ah me Ned Homes we are vndone Both thou and I betraide She. My Lord late Duke of Suffolke in her highnesse name I doe arrest you of high Treason Suff: I doe obey and onely craue this kindnesse You would be good vnto my Seruant Homes Where in releeuing me hath but performde The duetie of a seruant to his Lord She. You are deceiu'd sir in your seruant much Hee is the man that did betray you Heere Maister Homes towards your thousand pounds Heere is a hundred markes Come to the Exchequer you shall haue the rest Suff: Hast thou betraide me yet with such a tongue so smoothly oilde slight of my dangers feare O break my heart this griefe 's too great to beare Ho: Pardon me my Lord Suff: God pardon thee and lay not to thy soule This greeuous sinne Farwell And when thou spendest this ill got golde Remember how thy Maisters life was solde Thy Lord that gaue thee Lordships made thee great Yet thou betraidst him as he sat at meate On to my graue t is time that I were dead When he that held my heart betraies my head Hom. O God O God that euer I was borne This deede hath made me slaue to abiect scorne Enter the Clowne Clo: O poore shrimpe how art thou falne away for want of mouching O Colen cries out most tirannically the little gut hath no mercie what 's heere vittailes O rare O good Feede chops drinke throate good victailes makes good blood Enter Homes with a Halter about his necke But stay whose heere more Sheriffes more searchers O no this is Homes